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Citrine and Sapphire [Part 2]

☆ Aemond Targaryen x Princess of Leng!Reader

☆ Physical attributes canon to Lengii people, she/her pronouns, no y/n, you only go by a royal title (Princess)

☆ 1st/3rd POV, graphic language use (c*ck, c*nt, wh*re), misogyny, HOTD attitudes towards women

☆ WC: 6.1k

☆ Summary: A chance to further the Princess's education goes awry, but Prince Aemond offers something in place of that. A simple game turns into reality as the new players in the political game reveals their intentions.

☆ Guide:

[ ] - Lengii language

{ } - YiTish language

⇦ Part 1

Princess's POV

A few months ago, the Leng performers and the servants had been dismissed at my mother's request. They were only permitted to accompany me and entertain the Westerosi; now that the celebrations were over, they were to leave. Princess Rhaenys, who had attended me, also went. I still remember how she held me as if she were my own mother. 

Right after the servants had been dismissed, I was requested to have clothing made for me by the seamstresses, fitting me in floor-length gowns. Today, over twenty dresses have been delivered. The handmaidens had already placed my old home clothes in a chest. I remembered watching them fold my dresses neatly as the seamstresses had me stand on a ledge. Every poke and prod accompanied by my whole life going away in a dark hide latched trunk. I had worn those dresses when I left, when I walked through the markets of YiTi, when we made a trade deal with the Jogos Nhai, when I spent time in Qarth, and at every stop on my year-long journey. I tried my best to chase after them and get one piece of importance, but when they grabbed my hand to hold me back, I would not see those pieces for a long time. 

I brushed my hands against the embroidered red fabric. It felt rough to the skin and was hard to move in. At least the outside was soft, the crushed velvet was fun to play with, and the cream accent was beautiful. There had been word swirling amongst the nobility; they thought my clothing was a little…revealing. The neckline of my dress was much higher than I was used to, and my shoulders were no longer bare. I miss the loose shawls and tightly draped fabric. My ankle-length skirts allowed my mobility. Queen Alicent had some concerns…wanting to protect my dignity, which is why the seamstresses were employed. This was never a problem at Driftmark.

The woman braiding my hair asked, "Princess? Am I pulling too hard?" I shook my head, softly saying "no" - if I spoke any louder, I was afraid I would start quivering. I hadn't noticed the tears streaming down my face until a droplet ran down my hand.

"I'm not used to my hair being pulled on, that's all," I lied. "Do I look fine?" 

The servant beamed, "Like a proper lady now," The servant, I think is named Marynn, could be no older than 10 and 8. Only a few years older than me. She picked up the gold hairpin from the table. "Would you like this in your hair?" I nodded. It was a gift from Baela. When I first came to Westeros, I stayed at Driftmark for a while until Princess Rhaenys felt I would be more suited with other princes and princesses. "King Viserys and his family can offer you much more," She said one day. "They have been wanting to meet you for some time, but I'm afraid I cannot take care of you," At that time, I had no regrets about coming to Westeros, and I understood. By the time I came to Driftmark, Lord Corlys, the man my mother and even my late grandmother trusted in his care, was battling at the Step Stones. Now that I'm here in King's Landing, it feels dangerous. Everything has changed. Xhoha had taken a liking to the Small Council, and King Viserys offered to have him sit in on some of their affairs. 

A knock on the door caused the servant to poke my head with the pin. I swatted her hand away and stood abruptly, causing the wooden chair to fall. "I'm sorry!" I said. "Are you fine?" I asked her. She nodded, visibly shaking, clutching the fabric on her smock. 

"Princess, it's time to go to your lessons with the Septa," Ser Criston called. "Princess-"

"I will be out soon!" I said, annoyed. "You are dismissed," I told her. She bowed and made her way out of the door. She squeaked upon seeing Ser Criston, and I followed behind her. We watched her as she scurried down the hall. 

He eyed me, "Is everything alright, Princess?" He paused. "Trouble in the quarters?" 

I rolled my eyes, "Just…my hair was not done," I lied. Ser Criston Cole chuckled before we continued our walk. My quarters were in an open part of the castle, with large windows open before I woke. Sunlight beaming in and light breezes; despite this, the stone of the railing felt cold. Not a moment longer, I saw Xhoha and an unfamiliar man conversing, another Lord. Ser Criston bowed. 

"Ah, you must be Lady Leng. I have been meaning to meet you," The nobleman said. He had dark blonde hair cutting right below his ears, and his armor shined. He raised an eyebrow at my dress. "My nephew danced with you at your welcoming festival," I remembered him. I felt so clumsy, and my hands must have been shaking. "I was quite jealous," Xhoha gave me a deadly stare. "I understand Jaehaerys and Jaehaera's name day celebration is soon. Will you be in attendance?"

I looked to Xhoha for an answer, his face relaxing, "Yes, Lord Tyland, she will be in attendance. Will Tylen attend as well?" The man nodded. 

"That boy is always off doing something," Lord Tyland's eyes shifted to my dress again, his eyes averting to my mouth. "Lady Leng, I must say you look lovely in those colors," He said, exasperated. "I must be off," Lord Tyland bowed; Xhoha and Ser Criston did as well. My advisor nudged me, and I turned too late for him to see. I felt a pit in my stomach as I watched him leave. 

"{How do you mean?}" I asked. Xhoha lifted my arm in the air. The stray thread and his nail pinching through the sleeve. His eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth hung open, showing his stained teeth. He was always scary when mad.

"{When a Lord is talking to you, you must address him by that title. You must learn the names of the Lords and Ladies and their houses. You bow to them, treat them with respect, and bow when they leave. Do you understand?}" In the past months, Xhoha had been insistent I learn the ways of Westerosi. He had been the one to adopt their clothing before me. He even trimmed his dark hair and kept his long mustache at a short, respectable length. He went from Pentoshi linens to damask shirts. Gone are the days when the marks of his culture shined on him. "{Show some respect for your- I mean Lord Tyland}," 

"{I am just making sure you do not make a fool of yourself,}" He said as he loosened his grip. My arm sank back to my side as we continued to the Septa. Xhoha had always been a man who strayed from no orders, but I cannot remember if costuming as a Westerosi was one of them. Xhoha, while aloof and stern, never the one to crack a joke unless someone tried, was a respectable man. He may have adopted the Westerosi man's attitude as well. They do not treat their women kindly here. 

"{Have you asked King Viserys for permission for me to learn with his son's Maester?"} I asked. "{I fear that my education is being hindered}," 

"A woman does not learn with the Maester!" He abruptly switched to Common Tongue. "The noble women learn with the Septa. Septa Jayne does not need to be here anymore, but you shall be grateful. It is just as important as whatever the Maesters are teaching the boys," He paused. "I teach you just fine when we are alone {I will not have you around Prince Aemond}," 

"If it is just as important, why am I not allowed?" I asked him. {And why not? He is kind to his sister}," Xhoha grabbed me by the shoulders, gripping it until his knuckles turned white. He gritted his teeth as his eyes bore into mine. I had never seen him this way before. 

"Because you are a woman! An unwed woman!" He yelled. The guards posted around the hall, far and few, said nothing as he continued his onslaught and humiliation. "In Westeros, it is different here, Princess!" He yelled before demeaning to a whisper. "You should be lucky you are not Queen Alicent's lady-in-waiting. Look at Princess Helaena. Do you want that to be your fate?" 

"Do not mock the cards she has been dealt," I said. "{Yes, I am unwed, but why does that mean anything? Can I not have a friend? You were fine when Lady Rhaena and Lady Baela were my friends}," He gripped my wrist, his nail piercing into my skin. 

"{They were girls! I know what the men of Westeros are like. The princes especially}," He sneered. "They fuck common whores, beat their women, and spit in the faces of those beneath them. The King may have the power - by the gods, even the older Lords are much safer. Still, it is the Princes who have the vigor to fuck anyone at their will," Abruptly letting go when he saw Prince Aemond in the distance, "We will continue this later," I looked at the harsh crescents in my skin. He had never done that before. 

My thumb rubbed at my skin. Prince Aemond, who was coming the opposite way, had his ever-present unwavering stare. We both bowed, and so did he. 

"Hello, Princess," He said before glinting his eyes at my advisor. "And…you," 

"Xhoha Bahyrr," He quickened. "I'm taking Lady Leng to Septa Jayne," Aemond's eyebrow twitched slightly while Xhoha's hands wavered. I have a feeling that the Prince finds him…annoying. Which makes me laugh.  

"I'm well aware. Where else would she be at this hour?" He said sarcastically. "And I believe her title is Princess, is it not?" Aemond asked. "I am confused as to why people have been calling you Lady Leng?"

"Lady and Princess are not the same?" I asked. Xhoha laughed while Aemond stared at him. 

"It seems you have been led astray," He glared at Xhoha. I could feign his slight smile, indeed feeling proud of himself after that comment. "What do they call you in Leng?" Aemond continues, his eyes softening and his arms crossed.

I pause, "Léi dai Leng or Léi Leng, that would be the translation. It means the Divine Princess," I say. He seemed content. 

"If I call you Léi Leng, would that be proper?" I nodded. "I seem to be upholding you both. I'll be going in the same direction; perhaps we can walk together," He said. Prince Aemond slowed, matching me as we walked side by side, with Xhoha trailing behind. I glanced over, his lips slightly pursed with his hands behind his back. In these past months, I had small conversations with the young Prince. His brother was always drunk or stumbling while his sister was preoccupied with the children. I see Queen Alicent the most. And King Viserys the least. Aemond turned his head, noting Xhoha was out of earshot, making small talk with a guard. "Are you alright?" 

"I am fine," I say, hiding my wrist in my sleeves. Aemond let out a minor "hm," and my body went hot with embarrassment, hoping he had not heard that conversation. 

"No one shall do that to you again," He said. "Especially a man with no title," Aemond turned his head to look at me. "Why was he yelling at you?" 

I turned back, ensuring he could not hear me — just to find out he was gone. Indeed talking with another lord. "He…well, there had been numerous occasions where I asked to perhaps learn under your Maester. I miss my lessons on history and politics," I said. "It was required for girls and boys of the crown to learn the same subjects. I had simply wanted to learn how…everything is done here," Aemond listened intently, with his hands still behind his back. "He has changed," I said solemnly. 

"I was unaware of your wants. I believe Xhoha has not talked to my father at all. I will arrange for you to join me," He said indignantly. "…during lessons," 

My eyes widened. "Oh no, I could not ask you for such a favor," I said. 

"I'll make sure of it," He continued as we walked. Aemond held up a hand to shield himself from the sunlight. "What is your favorite subject?" 

"History and Literature," I said. "I have become fond of poetry," I pause, gauging his reaction. "My father said that it is attractive to be well educated. He said it would help bring in more suitors, but that reasoning seemed to only work on my older brother Xian," 

"He is right," Aemond said. "I share your love of history as well," He pointed. "I am interested In philosophy," He raised. "How many siblings do you have?" 

I clasped my fingers, "I have three others. I am the youngest. My eldest brother Hanh, the second eldest Xian, my twin, and then I," I said softly. "I cannot share my sister's name because she is the crown princess," 

Aemond continued asking me more questions, conversing with me all the way to the courtyard.

—

Aemond's POV

Aemond hid behind one of the walls at the end of the hallway, listening in on a conversation with a woman and the Princess's advisor's conversation. He peaked around, just as the man gripped the lady's arm, his breath rugged and his eyes piercing into hers. Aemond immediately moved out of the way, stalking the man, but when he seemed to calm down, Aemond kept his composure. The man bowed first while the woman turned around to bow second. It was the Princess of Leng. The one-eyed Prince looked at her from head to toe. No longer is she wearing the form-hugging fabrics of pink and purple. Her sets of bangles are still present, her hair in a Crownlands-style braided bun. Her dress is a formidable rouge color. The scent of her perfumes still remains strong. An amber fragrance with a lingering sweetness of vanilla and an induction of jasmine.

"Hello, Princess," He said, his eyes lingering on the Princess. "And you…?"

"Xhoha Bahyrr," The man with the mustache said. After some grating conversations, Aemond joined the pair as they walked to the courtyard. Aemond, after losing an eye, had been attuned to noises at an amplified volume. A flicker of a fire, nobles chewing on dry goose meat, and the advisor's incessant hacking were louder. The smell of his tobacco was sour and unpleasant. How the Princess could handle her advisor was something he could not fathom. 

A few times, Aemond eavesdropped on their lessons when they were in the gardens or at a table in the courtyard. From the moment the Prince laid eyes on the Pentoshi man, he could see that he was power-hungry…and…stupid. Indeed a man of such low status could not correctly teach the Princess what she wants to know. And the conversation he had just overheard was no different. A girl clearly exhausted by her own education, even she could tell he was lacking. And while Aemond had taken to watching the Princess from afar, he had little chance to interact with her. Again, her advisor, whose name he had already forgotten, seemed to conveniently whisk her away. 

Now that they are alone, with the advisor walking away with another lord, Aemond could be cordial and kind to the guest. Perhaps it was his mother who had suggested he talk to her. "The Princess told me she has not talked to you. She wishes to," Alicent said a few days ago. "Please welcome her; she knows nothing of us," Alicent said. "Poor thing,"

"She has wished to talk to me!" An unexplainable excitement. Now that the moment has arrived, Aemond finds himself talking about the mundane. Schooling. Education. Family. Poetry. She spoke of the poets from Qarth and their legendary love tales, rivaling the storytellers of Westeros. How her fathers gave her poetry books, her one regret was not bringing them along. Aemond admired how she talked of her family so freely. Such admiration in her eyes for her own kin, he had wished he felt the same. The young Prince would watch as not one nor two but three servants rushed past him in the halls, carrying boxes of treasures and piles of letters. It took more than a raven for whatever Léi Leng received. Aemond couldn't even get a loving glance from his father. 

"I only wish to be immortalized," She said as they both entered the courtyard. The sun shone on her, illuminating her skin and bringing him back to their conversations of poets. "Not in some book about a war," She paused. "Or violence," 

"It is the ones after us that tell tales," Aemond remarked. Septa Jayne stood in shock at the sight before her. She bowed to the both of them and then circled around the Princess. While a frail woman, her stare was like a hawk's. She began to smile, impressed by the Léi's new clothes. Aemond noticed even more details, now that he stood behind her. The hairpin, a standard style in Driftmark — is a gift. The absence of flowers in her hair. The Princess had taken a few steps, and there was the jingle of tiny bells on her anklets, muffled by the heavy dress. Septa Jayne glanced at the young Prince. 

"Prince Aemond, the Princess looks beautiful does she not?" Septa Jayne asked. Aemond had remembered what the advisor said, about men in Westeros. Thoughts pushed against each other in his head, not wanting to raise offense to the Princess. She has always looked beautiful. Well-groomed, clean, and proper. Aemond had no feelings for her, but telling a woman she looked pretty was not a crime. Though the Princess may have some strong feelings about the men here, he would not want the Princess to think that is true for him. He would be more than some lustful man. Much more than the insolentness of his brother. "I am only asking if she is a sight, Prince Aemond. Though I take your silence as a…no?" The old woman pressed again.

"She looks," Aemond pauses, catching her scent once she turns around. "She looks…fine," Septa Jayne blinked numerous times before letting out a soft chuckle. She held onto the Princess's arm, telling her they'd walk. The Princess is to paint in the gardens. They said their goodbyes, and before they took more steps, "Léi Leng!" Aemond started. "I'll see you tomorrow with Maester Dallin," And with that, Aemond walked in the opposite direction he came. His journey to his sister's quarters would have been short had he not walked the Princess to the courtyard, but I'm sure his little niece and nephew can mind the wait. 

Aemond sat cross-legged; Jaehaera bounced on his knee, tugging the length of his hair while Jaehaerys napped on his chest. He could feel small strands of drool on the side his nephew was on. Helaena embroidered caterpillars on the round piece of fabric, occasionally looking up to see her brother cooing at her daughter. 

"I think we need to call a maid to take them off your shoulders," Helaena teased. Aemond said nothing, shushing his little niece, quieting her constant babbling. He looked up at his sister; her eyes sunken in, and her pallor was gray, no doubt tired from either the children or their brother Aegon. He remembers the harsh words from the Princess' advisor just an hour ago, a cruel fate that he will never understand.

"That is not necessary," He said before little Jaehaera smacked them. "Has mother been taking care of the festivities?" The twin's name day is on the next moon, and Queen Alicent had taken to prepare for their celebration, a most appropriate hunting party in the Kingswoods. Aemond had never quite understood the need for celebration that involved hunting, for the celebration of a toddler's birth no less, but it is always just a gathering for the lords and ladies. 

He had remembered his own hunting party for his 7th name day. It was awful. An acute food poisoning, how could he get sick from a freshly hunted deer? 

"She has," Helaena said. "The eagle will be your guide," She whispered just before a guard announced Alicent's presence. Their mother walked in, stressed once again. In moments like these, the Prince wonders if Léi Leng's mother is always running around. Or…would it be her father's? 

Alicent smiled, picking up Jaehaera and bouncing her up and down. Helaena quickly put down her materials, hovering over the child while their mother insisted on holding them. "Everything is final," Alicent said. "The festivities will be underway…though in your father's condition, it may be hard for him to actually do any hunting," 

"Mother, may I talk to you?" Aemond asks. "To put in a word," She nods. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera are given to the maids. Once they step out, Aemond has difficulty looking at his mother. He can tell when Alicent only focuses on his eye patch, the shakiness of her hand that only quelled as years went on. So Aemond turns his head. "I have…made conversation with Léi Leng," 

"Lay what?" Alicent said. 

"Léi Leng. That is what her people call her. It means Divine Princess of Leng," His mother was shocked, knowing of her son's quest for knowledge. "I am glad you spoke to her. How did this come about?" Aemond was silent. 

"I caught them. Léi Leng and her advisor are on their way to Septa Jayne. He had some other pressing duties, so I took her to the courtyard," Alicent stood still. "She said she wants to learn under Maester Dallin. To join me during my lessons,"

"Aemond, I do not think that-"

"She has been begging her advisor for months. I've heard them together. That Pentoshi man's teachings are all wrong," He explains. 

Alicent sighed. "Women learn with the Septa," Her brows furrowed. "I cannot imagine what word would swirl if they learn that she is being taught under the Maester," She pauses. "I have heard whispers from the handmaidens of her cries for home. There's scratch-"Alicent closes her eyes before opening them again. "Never mind about that. I just want her to partake in practices that can calm her. She has had a long journey, a lonely feeling that I…see myself in. I'm sorry I cannot," 

"I understand, mother. Could it be at least one lesson a week? That is a compromise. The pride of one's home should never dull and a guest in our home should bring no embarrassment," Aemond said. "She told me she learns the same subjects I do; her knowledge could be beneficial. I believe that a young princess who traded 10 of her horses for protection, traveling the Dothraki Sea is no single feat," He treads carefully. "At least let her prove herself," 

Alicent sighed. "I will talk to your father. He will decide. I am glad you spoke to her, Aemond. Though, it seems like it is more than I expected," The young Prince noticed a gleam in her eyes.

—

Princess's POV

Weeks later, I stood at the end of the table, Prince Aemond to my left. Some of the small council members had joined. Xhoha to my right and Maester Dallin at the other end. The King's seat stands empty. A map of an unknown land mass lay on a table, with battalions and banners. I watched Xhoha lick his teeth, getting the last chewing tobacco while Aemond sat still; he seemed familiar with this map. Lord Tyland was the last to join, his eyes met mine, and he displayed a smile.

Maester Dallin, with his bald head and garb, planted his hands on the table. "This is a map modeled after a mixture of lands in the known world. To prove that you can learn the same lessons Prince Aemond learns, I want you to display your knowledge," Maester Dallin started. "Tell me again, how did your ancestor, Khiara, the Great overthrow the YiTish conquerors?" 

"She gathered the common people, seven out of 10 of the Lengii clans at the time, YiTish people who were tired of the Emperor's rule, and hired mercenaries. It was an overthrow that took years. She had spies who reported to her. One spy, disguised as a concubine, lured him to a field under the pretenses of… lovemaking," The men gawked. I stopped before continuing. "Khiara threw him a sword. She said that a man only endowed with his…." Aemond smiled. "You know," Maester Dallin agreed. The men in the room seemed to laugh. "She threw him the sword, and they battled in the field. She won," 

"Thank you for the history lesson," Maester Dallin began. "Let us begin," He took out a stick and pointed to the land mass. "Choose a country,"

I looked carefully at the map of six countries, all with their positives and negatives. The Emerald country, with a large land mass and many armies, was hated by its people. A cluster of countries in Onyx with harsh terrain and few allies, but offers the most natural protection. The Diamonds are small but hold the most ports and are wealthy by their small princes. A Sapphire country that is in between the others, utterly landlocked with one large lake and flatlands. Rubies boasting the largest population and honorable men. The final is the Citrines, furthest from the others but offers an incredible coastline with some port entries. "I choose the Citrine," 

Murmurs filled the table; I looked at Aemond, his face still as stone. Lord Tyland smiled. "Interesting choice," Otto Hightower muttered; the Lord Hand held the same stare as his grandson.

"Let us begin. This game is called King of Kings. It is a strategic game of answers used by the Maesters to educate the young lords," The Maester began. "I will represent all five while you represent your country. On your side, you have the same set of dice, the same as I. The four-sided dice represent what you will be advancing for, and the eight-sided dice represent how far you advance. I will ask you questions and based on your numbers and strategy, I will see how knowledgeable you are; King or is it Queen?"

"May I be called Empress instead?" I asked. Laughter erupted again. "If I win, surely you'll rename the game to Empress of Kings," I lowered my voice, "Not sure how a tabletop game is useful," Xhoha raised his eyebrow, glaring in my direction.

Within the hour, my troops had a surprise takeover by the Diamonds. The Onyx had their own fighting which I was not inclined to join, leaving my defenses to Emeralds. The Ruby, allied with the Emeralds, was my first ally, but if I submit to the Ruby, I will advance to the Emeralds. I would have lost. The Sapphire favored the Emeralds while I was left alone and defenseless. I had managed to grab the principal port from the Diamonds, but I only had gold and no army. A fleet, but not a strong one. 

"You could surrender," Maester Dallin suggests. The men at the table gave knowing stares. As if to rub in my face. "Or keep going," I rolled my dice and landed a two - political relations. "What do you propose, Empress of Citrine," 

"I also rolled one on the other dice, according to the rules that would pertain to a marriage proposal," Aemond sat up. 

The Maester laughed, "A marriage alliance in these trying times. It is most unfortunate, only a political act out of desperation," He continues after the laughter dies down. "Which country would you like to propose that to?"

I look at the map, betrayal, and bloodshed…I am surrounded by beasts. "I offer a marriage alliance to the King of Sapphire," I declare. "In exchange, he will have an equal share of my resources, my riches, my ships, and whatever he may claim. However, he must grant me and my people protection," I watched the Maester roll his dice. 

"Should have picked Rubies," Lord Tyland muttered.

"The King of Sapphires accepts your proposal," Maester Dallin rolls again. "But unfortunately, the Diamonds are enacting war over your ports. You can roll again and pursue allyship with anyone else. The Emeralds may be a formidable choice," 

I shook my head, "No. The other conflicts are fighting each other. This is not my battle anymore. I choose to abstain," 

Maester Dallin cleared his throat, "If the other kingdoms take your territory. What will you do?"

Prince Aemond rests his elbows on the table, "If history decides to repeat itself and if Léi Leng goes with Leng history, she will kill them all," Aemond looks to me. "Or am I wrong?"

An uncomfortable silence befalls the room, "I would," The tabletop game or strategic questioning ended with me having to stand down, the King of Sapphire in ruins, and the Onyxs and Emeralds at a standstill. An unhonorable war with unfortunate consequences. While I made the decisions based on what I knew and what actions my dynasty pursued…I still lost. 

Maester Dallin waddled over next to me, "Let this be a reminder of what you can do if tragedy were to ever befall your sister," One by one, the Lords and the members of the Council made their exit. Aemond stands beside me, with his hands behind his back, looking at the map. He bends down to place a small dragon figurine in the Sapphire territory. 

"When I first played this game, I was the King of Sapphires," Aemond remarked. "Rarely anyone chooses the Citrines; they would rather parallel their own Houses and choose vast lands or high populations," Aemond picked up the Citrine fleet and armies, standing them upright, doing the same for the Sapphires. 

I laughed, "It seems you are my Lord Husband in this game, then Aemond," He cleared his throat. "Thank you for arranging this,"

"I'll teach you myself," Aemond said after he fixed the Citrine and Sapphire thrones to sit next to one another. "I am finished with my duties after your evening lessons with the Septa. I spend my time studying or practicing with my blade," 

"I could not thank you enough for your extended gratitude," I told him. "But I lost the game,"

"A simple tabletop game of chance does not reflect your knowledge," He commended. "It was disrespectful of them to make a mockery by doing so," I had not thought of this as a mockery, but as I remembered their faces, clearly this time, it seemed that their snickers were directed towards me. "I will walk you back to your apartments," 

When I walked into my personal quarters, Xhoha sat at the table with the food on his plate. With a letter in hand, he scarfed down the meat pie, picked out the carrots, and chugged more ale. Upon my entrance, he stood quickly, stuffing the letter in his shirt and his tobacco to clatter on the floor. He bowed his head, bringing both hands to his forehead and out, the traditional Lengii greeting towards a royal. Then crouching down, using one finger to scoop in its contents. "I would have escorted you back, Princess, but I had-"

"{Speak YiTish to me when we are alone},"

He glared, "{My apologies. I would have, I would have escorted you out, but the Lord Hand had some pressing matters that needed to be discussed,}."

I said nothing as I sat down, one of the handmaidens coming over to cut the food for me. Another handmaiden handed me a pile of letters from home. I was eager to open them, the first one with the colored ribbon of my Pa's clan, purple. 

My little star, 

How are you? You have been away for almost two years, and I still wait for you to come to the water gardens. The little frogs you cared for have grown twice as big since you left. I hope the King and his family are kind, please come home when you find trouble. 

Pa Kiet

“{Your brother Xian ran off with a stableboy},” Xhoha said plainly. "{Your sister is courting with a YiTish prince since your father needs someone in his stead}," 

"{When did this happen?}" I ask as I shuffle through the letters. Xhoha waved his hand to dismiss the maidens. 

Xhoha stuffed his mouth again, "{A week ago}," He gulped. "{That's why your pile of letters is light}," has been getting lighter. My fathers and brothers were the only family members consistent with writing. My few friends were from home as well, but rarely my mother and never my sister. Most I receive these days are new jewels and dresses I am prohibited from wearing. "{Xian said he was tired of his duties and wished to live a free life. He took a boat with him too. Sailing their way to who knows where}," He forks the pie crust. "{They are witnessing some troubling times. It is best if you keep to yourself, they will send more letters soon enough},"

“{I will pray for his safety},” I said. I look to Xhoha, who I am still mad at. Part of me wishes to blame him for my humiliation, but I am clouded with the thoughts of my second eldest brother. The only blood child of my Baba and the bravest out of all of us. I knew his antics would get him into trouble; I just did not think I would not be there to witness it. 

Xhoha carefully set his fork down, "{You know, Princess, a marriage can be an effortful duty. Riches and protection, it can further your safety. If you choose to stay in Westeros after your 17th birthday, it would be wise to be betrothed to someone. Many powerful Lords have expressed their interest in your hand},"

"{I'm a second-born daughter, I have nothing}," I told him. 

"{Your country's resources - spices, striped horses, gold, jewels, by the gods – you were gifted the Manticore Islands. You have much more power than you know, Princess; in all my years, I just do not understand why you would not use that to your advantage}," He spits. "{Sure you have your ailments}-"

"{Oh, my screaming at night? Begging to go home? Scratching myself until I bleed? If I am not given my nightly milk, I scream at a reflection that is not mine? The guilt that eats me alive knowing that my cousin is gone}," My voice shook. "{They said that when her blood dripped on my face, I stood amongst her pool of blood, and my eyes only saw happiness. I have committed a grave crime against my family, and I don't even remember it}," I stood abruptly. "{Tell the Lords this is who I am. Now Leave!}"

Xhoha wiped his mouth, throwing the rag onto the table. 

–

A maiden walked from the end of the corridor. He was quick to catch them before they entered the Princess's apartments. "You are responsible for packing the Princess's attire, correct? For the…twins name day celebration," The maiden nodded. "Do be sure to also tell the other maidens, but be sure to pack only her red dresses. On such a momentous occasion, she should only wear the best without outshining the twins. I will have her out for you all to do your duties without intervention,"

"Yes, thank you, Bahyrr," The maiden said. "I will inform them soon as I'm able,"

"Thank you," Xhoha said. "Do not tell the Princess; I would hate for this surprise to be ruined,"

Xhoha had a lightness to his step and as he made his way to his apartment, he pulled out the letter from the Empress. 

To Xhoha Bahyrr, 

Xhoha Bahyrr, as the royal advisor of the Princess, the Empress of Leng, offers you the full power of the Princess's decisions on foreign soil. If she marries a Lord, you will be granted the Manticore Islands for your efforts. If she marries a Prince or the Empress cannot bear a daughter, those rewards will concede, and her claim to succession to the throne is still in favor. 

Bless be granted under the helm of the Old Ones.

– Empress Nita, daughter of the Late Empress Citra, Emperor Consort Kiet, and Emperor Consort Heng

A/N: If you enjoy this series, you can comment and ask to be added to the tag list! Reblogs and comments are most welcome!

[sigilsongs-a]

  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆

The God-Empress of Leng bore nine children by her two husbands, the YiTish and Lengii consorts. The third through ninth-born children were ascribed a precious stone as their own upon their birth, corresponding with the Emperors and Empresses of the Great YiTish Empire of the Dawn, with the firstborn heir named for the Moon, and the secondborn ascribed the favoured stone of the God-Empress. ... Perianne, the thirdborn, is their Pearl Child.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the lion of night and maiden-made-of-light of yi tish legend, supreme heiress of the god-empress. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... so named for the god-empresses favourite gemstone, commander of the god-empress' royal guard, the holy blade of leng. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the second ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the promised beauty of the blood of leng.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... the eldest son, named for the third ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the high architect of the palace and senior advisor to his fathers. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the forth ruler of the great empire of the dawn, she is the god-empress's holy oracle, the speaker of the heirs, and the mediator between the upper and lower rank. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 .. named for the fifth ruler of the great empire of the dawn, he is the god-empress's sword; sworn to exact the justice she decrees.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the sixth ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the spiritual leader of leng; her life pledged to the gods + elder twin of — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐙 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the seventh ruler of the great empire of the dawn, a ranked prince historian of leng and junior advisor to his fathers. & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ... named for the eighth and final true ruler of the great empire of the dawn, the lastborn treasure of leng, always at her mothers' side.

[aurora-light-blog]

Yi Tish Dragon Legacy: The Dragon Emperor

by Shella Longclaw

The Yi Tish book “Dragons of Gold” by Priest Judge Coi and scribe Otu Wafi dedicated a few chapters to discussing the life of Emperor Chai Zi and his great accomplishments. I’ll being focusing solely on his influence on the Yi Tish dragon riders. Emperor Chai Zi wielded a great deal of influence on all dragon riders.

Unlike most emperors, Emperor Chai Zi never referred to himself as a god-emperor. On the contrary, this humble man believed as a dragon rider it was his sworn duty to serve and protect the lands of man. As a prince, Chai Zi fought stone giants to defend the Hyrkoon. He would later kill a sand dragon to protect the Five Forts and bested an aggressive flock of roc birds from the Manticore Isles. He instilled in his sons and daughters a desire to protect people. Six out of his eight children would become dragon riders, and they would go off to defend Yi Ti as well as other kingdoms.

Due to his philosophy, Yi Tish dragon riders were considered noble protectors of the realm of man, while the Valyrian dragon riders were thought of as cowardly conquerors. Yi Tish scholars claimed that the Yi Tish dragon riders’ service to other kingdoms had led to the decline and eventually elimination of all Yi Tish dragons. The dragon corpses found on Ib are probably mostly Yi Tish dragons. The Yi Tish priest denied this as the cause of the Yi Tish dragon line ending. Regardless, many kingdoms such as the Ibbenese and the Lengii highly regarded the Yi Tish dragon riders.

It should also be noted that Emperor Chai Zi established the precedence of female dragon riders. He brought both his sons and daughters into battle with him. The majority of the Yi Tish were against this, so Emperor Chai Zi decreed that all female dragon riders have the same standing as male dragon riders and placed the royal seal on it.

The legend of the Dragon Emperor remains in the hearts and minds of the Yi Tish. Several still search for his mythical sword and four dragon eggs. It’s commonly believed who ever claims them will become the emperor to reunite all of Yi Ti.

[warsofasoiaf]

Are the bearded priests of Norvos the only example of a theocratic government in ASOAIF?

Sort of. Leng has a God-Empress, who is worshipped by the Lengii, which would technically be a "thearchy," direct rule by a god.

Thanks for the question, Gohr.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[dulcewrites]

psst hey.. do you wanna see more poc!reader rep? there's this multichapter fic about lengii reader with aemond. lemme send you a link if you're interested

Sure!! Send any my way!

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒 ; kings landing, dorne.

[a]got: she worked originally for chataya in chataya's brothel. this was when she arrived in westeros, the two women forged a friendship, trust and alliance over time and tiathia becomes her second in charge, as well as the debt collector of chataya's. after five years with chataya she invested in another brothel, becoming a majority co-owner and, running that brothel in a symbiotic relationship with chataya's, rather than a competitor - she would never. tiathia eventually bought out the other owner, and the brothel became hers. it is now named the serpents coil — her workers are distinctively dressed in silks of various red shades (which are tiathia's her own motif of colours), held on the body with a serpentine-styled belt at the waist, or brooch/similar clasp. the workers wearing a golden accented belt or brooch indicate that they are the most expensive... this is relevant to the fact that tiathia, like chataya, cater to a wealthy clientele as a basis. a year ago she also invested a minority share in a brothel in dorne, she had visited and worked there many times, so when the opportunity arose she took it. there is a good relationship between the dornish brothel and her own serpents coil, which gives both referrals to travelling clients when visiting the respective regions or either dorne or the crownlands, and a way for workers to relocate with a sense of secure employment.

[a]dod: upon arriving in westeros ten yeras ago she worked for many establishments; sought after for her unique appearance harkening to her assumed mixed-lengii descent, before settling with one of the more upscale pleasurehouses in the street of silk. through her work as a whore, brothel debt collector, and a free-lance collector (or exactor) of debts, she was able to save and by the end of five years, she was co-owner of the brothel, which was renamed the serpents coil shortly after. when her business partner grew sick and eventually died of the illness, tiathia claimed full ownership and has maintained it successfully for a little over three years.

[twl-turrani]

About Us:

Welcome to The White Lotus Resort & Spa in Turrani! A beautiful and lush resort in the southern most part on the Island of Leng! Enjoy the local native Lengii culture, catch some z’s at the beach, and live the slow life.

Leng hosts an isolated paradise, away from the hustle and bustle of the world. For just one moment, imagine a morning where your alarm clock is replaced by our shores.

Turrani…where the sun kisses our skin.

Navigation:

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The twl_turrani tumblr account serves as an interactive multimedia page for the House of the White Lotus fanfiction! HOTWL is inspired by The White Lotus with characters from HOTD on HBO.

Main: @stargirlstudio

[valyriansilk]

Khiara the Great, the God-Empress of Leng

[agameofclothes]

Leng

Leng is a large island in the Jade Sea, off the southern coast of Essos covered with forests and jungles. It is ruled by god-empresses who have grown rich from the island's spices and gemstones. The Lengii are the tallest known race reaching seven  to eight feet tall, they also have large eyes golden in color which some believe gives them superior sight.

Leng was an isolated island for most of its history, as the Lengii did not welcome outsiders. Those who attempted to harvest the island's resources met a foul end, and it thus was avoided by mariners. Merchants from the Golden Empire of Yi Ti periodically managed to open Leng to trade. However on at least four occasions the Old Ones who lived below the island's subterranean ruins instructed the God-Empress of Leng to kill the foreign merchants. 

Eventually Jar Har, the sixth sea-green emperor of Yi Ti managed to conquer Leng. He sealed the entrances to the underground cities, where the Old Ones were said to live, after which there were no longer massacres. The YiTish colonized most of the island, with the Lengii confined to the southern third. After 400 years of YiTish rule the Lengii rose up and overthrew their colonisers and power returned to the God-Empresses, Khiara the Great, who established a tradition whereby the empress takes two husbands, one each of Lengii and YiTish descent, with one commanding the island's armies and the other its fleet. The custom was followed by her daughters and their daughters in turn.

[stargirlstudio]

Hi everyone, so I was celebrating Thanksgiving and the works I wanted to post have been delayed. Here are some upcoming works:

• College BF!Aegon Targaryen headcanons

Similar to my College BF!Aemond headcanons (gn!reader)

• Citrine and Sapphire [Part 2]

Lengii Princess!Reader

• Aemond x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Long ago, a bad hunt and an unforgiving winter causes you to do the unlikely, something you promised you would not do, but Aemond is willing to sacrifice himself in which Aemond turns

• Academic (Dis)Honor [Part 2]

Modern!Aemond (College AU, academic rivals to lovers)

[wweskywalker]

Northern-Lengii noblewomen and their pet basilisk 🐊

Northern Leng is the formerly Yi Ti colonized parts of Leng, meaning the features would be more Yi Tish than Lengii. Though from the depictions of Douglas Wheatley they seem to look similar. The idea is to convey real-life Chinese-Indonesian features to these Lengii ladies.

[aurora-light-blog]

The Pirate Prince of Yi Ti: Raids in the Summer Sea *2 of 3*

    by Shella Longclaw

“A dragon is a fire-breathing beast, but it is still a beast. Any beast can die with the right weapon.” No pirate dared attack a Valyrian vessel with the threat of dragonfire. It came as a shock when Prince Choq Nen raided three Valyrian ships and kidnapped a Valyrian noblewoman Ulae Velaryon, the bride of Dragonlord Saegar Merys. I’m thrilled at finding an ancient ancestor of House Velaryon. Though, I’m also curious about whether Prince Choq Nen kidnapped the noblewoman by mistake or intentionally did this to provoke a confrontation. Regardless, the effect is still the same.

Dragonlord Saegar Merys flew out on his dragon Aphros (the dragon’s name is cited in a letter from Old Valyria to Yi Ti). The dragonlord investigated the island which is now called Skull Island and flew towards Gogossos on the Isle of Tears. How he ventured toward Howling Mountain is unknown as is how Prince Choq Nen slayed him. Scholars believe a Lengii poison is the cause of Aphros’ death, while Scribe Ayo Ve believed Mossovy’s special diamond weapon killed the large dragon. Both theories have merit. The prince’s cousin was a Hunter of the Forest, who are skilled in poisons. The Dragon Emperor did receive a special diamond dagger that has gone missing. Sadly, there is no mention of the method use. Unlike other supposed dragonslayers of old, there is evidence to prove that Nen slayed the dragon. The largest proof, or should I say proofs, are the dragon weapons foraged by the pirates. Both Saegar Merys and his dragon were stripped down.

The pirates tore off the skin of the dragon to construct armor for a new vessel. Its bones were used as weapons such as hilts, bows, and staffs. According to the ancient Valyrians, the meat of the dragon was sold as water bull meat at several markets. This is probably true, since Scribe Ayo Ve did mention that Nen sold the dragon’s meat in Yin as donkey meat. As for the dragonlord, he was believed to be strangled to death. His Valyrian steel armor and sword were taken from his corpse. His armor was reforged as two swords and two daggers with dragon bone hilts. I’ve seen one of the swords in Tiqui’s and the other is housed at Jinqi’s palace. One dagger is at the royal palace of Yin, while one dagger is missing. I’ll discuss this more in my next chapter.

With a dead dragon and dragonlord, there was tension between Yi Ti and Valyria. The emperor assured ancient Valyria that his people had no part in this, though privately he suspected his son and made him outlawed in Yi Ti. Strangely, his crew was able to freely travel back and forth from Yi Ti. Scholars believed the emperor looked the other way, since the Pirate Prince brought in funds to Yi Ti. Valyria might have threatened hostiles, but they never acted on it even after Choq Nen raided Lys. Not all his confrontations were successful.

“She truly is a daughter of the Lion of Night and the Maiden-Made-of Light and worthy of the devotion of a prince. Such beauty. Such sweetness. How can a man not create a book of poetry about such a woman?” During his raid of a Summer Isle’s ship, he was supposedly stunned by princess of Doquu beauty. He only stole a fourth of her ship’s cargo and took no captives as a peaceful gesture. The tale also stated that he offered a solid gold bird statue for her hand in marriage. Her cruel father refused, and Nen sailed away heartbroken. This is the legendary Yi Tish account of the event. The elder of Doquu tells a more seemingly truthful account.

The woman wasn’t a princess. Her name was Wakana, and she was a shipwright’s daughter. The Yi Tish pirates attempted to capture a Summer Isle’s ship. As they were moving the cargo onto their ship, three Summer Isles ships came upon them. The pirates were forced to flee. The Summer Isles ships persuaded the pirate ship, but they gave up due to the pirates’ massively powerful bows which had longer reached than theirs. The Summer Isle ships were fortunate that the pirates were mostly lousy shots. The elder does confirm the Yi Tish captain had flirted with Wakana and cited poetry to her by means of an interpreter. She refused his offer on the basis of being already engaged.

With great riches, Pirate Prince Choq Nen sought something more, so began his most dangerous mysterious journey.

[factorydefaultlu]

Someonw mentioned that their favorite niche is pirate!reader, but mine is yiti-lengii!reader with golden eyes. They'd weaponize tf out of them because lengii people's eyes are their superpower. "my eyes are so powerful they can see through ur bs" typa shit.

Ooo shit I love glowing eyes!

[mymothershumility]

fullrangeofemotions asked: “I’ve heard your name before, in songs and lengthy ballads.”

past transmissions || { always accepting }

{ @fullrangeofemotions }

“And, what name have you heard in such songs?” Laira questioned, eyes flickering across the board set before her. The other’s forces had dwindled. Laira need only set her dragon forward to take the last remaining piece from the other woman and conquer the game for herself.

This was not the first time that a resident from across the sea had made such a statement. The Northern Wolf had been the first to speak such things. He had been the first to determine her true lineage. And, now, there was this one.

“It seems unlikely to me that residents among the Sunset Kingdoms would sing songs or ballads of the Dragonlords of Valyria and Yi Ti,” she spoke.

They would have been more likely to whisper warnings and spread tales of terror instead. After all, Valyria’s influence had long spread through Essos under her command, pushed forward by the power of their dragonmounts and the power of her YiTish and Lengii armies.

Perhaps, the Sunset Kingdoms had heard talk of the Dragonlords and all that they had done as they amassed their own kingdom. There was something more that the other alluded to in her statement, though. A name that had long been whispered and yet fallen to practical myth and legend.

The Amethyst Empress had died among blood and betrayal ten thousand years before. To the rest of the world, such a tragedy had been answered with the destruction of the Bloodstone Emperor and the rise of the Valyrian Freehold. It was best that the rest of the world continue to believe such a story. It was best if the Amethyst Empress remained a fallen martyr.

“You have confused me with another,” Laira went on, picking up her onyx colored dragon. She set it forward, taking the other’s last cyvasse piece. “An honest mistake, I am certain.”

[princessnysar]

The oldest of Ameon’s Snow children nicknamed the winged snow wolves: 

As fierce and skilled and cunning even as dangerous as their father had been in his prime during their adulthood. Who name’s would go down in Westeros, Essos’s, and even beyond history books for their deeds in various wars and  political schemes despite their status and vast heritage differences. 

And no matter their differences in appearance, religion, professions, and personalities they presented a united front to the world as a single unit who advanced the causes of their lineage 

Children: 

Lady Rhaenys Snow born to Koja Mo 

Lord Maekar Snow born to Koja Mo

Lady Belle Snow born to  Bellegere Otherys

Lady Alyssa Snow born to a Zirqi 

Lady Aemma Snow born Minaya (Myrish) 

Lady Kiera Snow born to Princess Zheng (Half YiTish and Lengii) 

Lady Kita Snow born to Lady Ming 

Wylla Snow born to Ygritte 

[aprilfeldspar]

Dany kept her eyes on the map of Westeros on the table around which here War Council was gathered. She needed someone from the North on the Council but there just wasn’t anyone she could trust enough to allow him or her in her inner circle.

“If you say we will win, My Queen, I will believe it,” Daario said all of the sudden.

Dany searched his face. None of his usual cockiness could be read on his features. The knot in her stomach tightened. Daario was used to enemies who were made out of flesh, blood and bones. That was what he knew. The unknown posed by the Others and their Army of the Dead rattled him and he was looking to her for reassurance. They were all looking to her for reassurance—Ser Garth Hightower, her bloodriders, the commander of the Lengii, Grey Worm, the Shadowmen, and even Kinvara and Quaithe. Speaking about a war against magical ice creatures and the dead was one thing, facing them in battle, another one entirely.

“We will win,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel, her hand instinctively searching for the pommel of Lightbringer.